Hell In Heaven

Hell and Heaven are both homes. Homes for very well committed angels. Angels who have lived dissimilar norms. Norms for august adventures and tough rituals. Hell in Heaven no one dreams in a dhow. For five fines follow no fine choice To plait soften or hard mat for a pillow, With the help of Joyce in a meadow. Hell in Heaven patronizes pepper into food. Food that the family does not like ever, And never anyone will twitter such mood When parents cannot hike together. Hell brings a beam of fire in the house That breaks the beat of home cadence Lack of rhythm makes mad the mouse No mouse, no mere measure around the fence Each angel has taken personal direction, For Abel and Cain have no common mission. Such selfish mission messes mum’s vision, Hatred hinders harmony to flunk home in Hell; And so Heaven has no home to fail. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile